Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Benno Barnard

A Kiss in Brussels.We stand here freezing in our winter coats, a kiss prevents my breath from showing white, my hand slows to a halt in mid caress, I want to let you go, but not tonight – my fingers in your hair, the evidence. Here for a second in this city park, we’re two cold lovers mouthing March, who kiss as though exchanging quotes.